Kristyn's Dad

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Kristyn's Dad

by Brooklyn Reese
Published: December 14, 2012

When Lori walks up on her boyfriend being treated to a blowjob by her best friend Kristyn, it's the end of both the relationship and the friendship. In her anger Lori decides to get her revenge by getting to the one person in the world that Kristyn really cares about - her father, Adam. But her plan to get even starts coming apart at the seams when Lori realizes that there's more to her interest in Adam than just getting even, and suddenly punishing Kristyn doesn't seem important compared to the feelings she is developing for Adam. But between their age difference and Kristyn's opposition, can those feelings ever become anything more?



Excerpt

Adam looked back over his shoulder from where he had been kneeling in front of Kristyn's closet and turned to face me. It was as though he was seeing me for the first time. His mouth opened but no words came out, and it seemed he no longer had the ability to speak. At that moment he found himself staring directly at my crotch, his eyes slowly moving from my lean, tanned thighs and lingering at the point where they disappeared past the end of my too-short black mini, then wandered up to my tiny waist, pausing briefly at my firm, full tits. When he finally managed to look at my face, he at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"Hi there," I purred, staring him dead in the eyes. "See something you like?"

"Lori, I'm sorry. I, uh, shit. It's just that I haven't dated much since Kathryn left, and I guess sometimes I forget that I still have a pulse."

"And obviously a bit of hormones as well," I giggled.

"Guilty as charged," he teased, smiling as he came up from his place on the floor to look directly into my eyes.

With my heels we were practically nose to nose, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. My body reacted appropriately by gracing me with beads of moisture that formed around the nakedness between my thighs.

"I'm sorry, Lori. I didn't intend to leer at you. It's just..." He sighed and raked a hand through his salt and pepper hair. "You have really grown up into a very attractive young lady. I hope you don't think I'm some creepy old man now."

"Not at all, Mr. Thompson..." I whispered.

"Adam. Please, call me Adam."

"Adam, that's the real reason I'm here, actually. I wanted to check on you..." I paused to run a finger over his bicep, "...to see how you were doing. I've been thinking a lot about you lately and--"

"You have?"

I looked at him with large doe eyes and bit the corner of my lip as I nodded.

And then something happened that threw my plans for seduction right out the window. Adam grabbed both of my arms and pulled me into him, planting his lips over mine, and enveloped me in a kiss so deep that I felt like I was floating above, watching the scene taking place below.

He loosened his grip and his fingertips slid slowly down my arms, past my ribcage and over my hips. Goose bumps formed over my whole body from the electricity he sent coursing through me, and I felt my knees go weak. Wrapping his hands around my ass, he went from gentle lamb to ravenous lion, grabbing each cheek and pulling me into him, grinding his rock hard cock against my mound as he drove his tongue deeper into my mouth. I melded into him, hungrily kissing him back. While he brought one hand up to the small of my back, he used his body to guide me gently backwards until I came down on Kristyn's bed. He pulled away from my lips for a few seconds to gaze at me while I panted, staring back at him, pleading with him to keep going with my eyes. Without breaking his gaze, he unbuttoned my blouse and then expertly flicked open the front latch of my bra, revealing my hardened pink nipples. I pushed myself up off the bed and Adam removed my shirt and bra.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, and then opened his mouth to lick and suck the area around my darkened buds, spending ample time on each one, slowly and carefully covering every last part of my perky mounds.

He came down over my mouth again, greedily suckling at my full, swollen lips, trailing his hand down between my thighs, and up my skirt, stopping short at the panty-less, wet entrance beneath. Once more he pulled back, smiling lustfully at his find, and I moaned at him in frustration. I thrust my hips upwards and ground into his hand, begging him for more, needing to feel his fingers plunge deep inside of me, and he eagerly complied. When Adam finally pulled his hand away once more, I let out a cry of disappointment.

He tugged at the zipper of my skirt and stripped it from me, leaving me naked and vulnerable in front of him while he sat up and took in the sight of me, the bulge in his jeans obvious from where I lay. Redirecting his focus back to my throbbing pussy, Adam slowly and gently worked his digits in and out of my slick tunnel as he kissed me to the same rhythm, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth, and mine searching his in return. Bringing his thumb over my clit he started to massage it, never breaking the time he kept with his fingers. My god, this man was amazing, and he knew how to awaken every sensation I possessed like no one ever had before. I felt my orgasm building rapidly, and I had to fight against it with every ounce of my willpower.